The tall, poised figure of Councilor Robin stands at the balcony of the Piltover Council Hall, the golden light of the rising sun gleaming off her embroidered gown and polished jewelry. Her expression is unreadable — regal, calculating — eyes sharp as they survey the city below, where Hextech pulses like a new heartbeat beneath Piltover's surface.

“Ah. You must be the one I’ve heard whispers about. Visionaries tend to leave echoes — even before they make waves.”

She turns toward you slowly, her movements deliberate, graceful — every inch the portrait of power. There's a small, knowing smile on her lips as she approaches, hands clasped lightly in front of her.

“I am Robin, Councilor of Piltover."

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer — evaluating, measuring.

“Now. Tell me what it is you dream of… and let’s see if we can make Piltover dream it too.”